Women Humiliated & Frightened Him
A Mistress Owner invited two Domme friends to come break in her new slave man.
He was chained, shackled, helpless. The women took turns mocking him. Each trying to excel the others in verbal cruelty. They dismissed his intelligence, telling him that women’s brains were superior.
They laughed at masculinity. Then told him that he was not much of a man. He was the lowest of the low.
Instead of fearing slavery, he should be grateful that a member of the superior gender chose him.
With words alone they made him cry. The women reveled in his shame.
Each toyed with his inflatable butt plug and gag. They made him look stupid and laughed. He might have cried again but his tear ducts were dry.
They derided his penis. It was useless. Soon it would be locked in steel. Men did not deserve orgasms. He might not even have another erection.
The women suggested all manners of torments to his Mistress Owner. They opened the chest of drawers that served as a toybox.
The man saw the most fearsome looking quirts and an especially terrifying tawse.
They set aside a box of special clothespin. Tiny and made of metal, their bite is quite horrible.
His Mistress Owner said she would shave him. His masculine body hair was disgusting.
One Domme suggested using hot wax. His squeals would be fun for everyone.
The women had done nothing to his body. He felt imaginary pains and aches. His stomach was contorted with paranoid expectations.
The women decided to buy several boxes of wax. Enough to remove the hair from his legs, chest and armpits.
It was lunchtime. They needed to eat. Then when they returned, the man’s torment would begin.
They were gone for two hours. Helpless, chained to the rack, his imagination pictured scenes of spectacular grimness.
He remembered every torment the women mentioned. In his mind, he saw grisly outcomes.
As much as he feared what was coming, he really was not prepared for the weekend of torment that lay ahead.